"Quigs? Again?" Bobby swore under his breath. "Damn it!" Bobby quickly let the curtain drop, and went to a small wooden chest and unlocked it with a brass key. He pulled open the drawer and pulled out a silver handgun equipped with a silencer. He pulled open the front door and stepped outside. The girl commanded her Quigs in a tone like a snake, but calming and almost legible. Bobby cocked the handgun and pointed it at the girls head.

"Don't even try, Bobby Pendragon," the girl said, her voice low and hiss-like. "Becausssse you won't win," she hissed something to the Quigs, who leapt off their feet and flew towards Bobby. Bobby pulled the trigger of his gun four times, but none of the bullets hit. The Quigs were actually dodging the bullets!

6 bullets left.

Bobby pointed the gun at another Quig and shot one bullet. It missed, but instead of hitting the Quig like it was supposed to, it hit the girl who was commanding them. The girl hissed, and disappeared in black smoke, along with the Quigs she had been controlling.

Bobby stood still for a second, catching his breath. He finally stepped inside, and placed the handgun back inside the drawer and locked it.

Saangi then came down the stairs, looking dazed and confused.

"Bobby? What happened out there?" she asked.

"The Quigs are back," he said. "Something's gonna happen soon. I can predict it."

"I thought it was finally over a year ago," Saangi said sadly. "It ended. Saint Dane died! We were going to start a family, and forget all about the Travelers!"

"I know," Bobby said. "I'm frustrated too. But we have to fight one more time. Just once more."

"I'm not fighting," Saangi said defensively. "or doing anything for the Travelers for that matter."

"But Saangi…" whined Bobby. "You'd be a great help,"

"Thanks Bobby, but I'm not going to help. Not this time." Bobby sighed. He had tried. But he wasn't giving up. Not just yet.

That night, Cid and Yuri stopped by for dinner. Bobby explained to them what was happening, what with the dreams and the Quigs and the girl.

"Interesting," Yuri said, taking a bite of food. "Do you think this is the work of Saint Dane again?"

"It can't be," Cid replied. "Saint Dane was killed by me. There's no way that he can come back from the dead."

"I agree with Cid," Saangi said. "There's no way that Saint Dane could be alive again,"

"But he is," Bobby argued. "Quigs wouldn't just come out for the hell of it!"

After many more arguments, Cid and Yuri left for home, and Bobby and Saangi headed to bed. It was almost midnight when Bobby finally drifted off to sleep.

His slumber was deep, but not haunted by dreams of the darkness. But finally, at about 4:38 AM, a picture floated into Bobby's mind.

He was standing inside a familiar room, wearing a black cloak. On the ground was a haunting sword of silver color. He stared at this sword, and at the familiarity of it. The blade was retractable, and was facing north in the tower. He bent down to pick up the sword, and as his hand crept closer to the hilt, two almost sadistic letters formed on his hand.

SD.

His fingers curled around the hilt of the blade, and a white hot pain shot through his entire body, sending him flying backwards into the wall.

He fell to the floor, the pain still alive, and soon stood back up, the sword still gripped between his fingers.

"Pendragon," a dark voice crept through the darkness. A figure then emerged from the shadows, and punched Pendragon in the stomach. Pendragon dropped the sword, and fell to the ground. The shadow crept closer, and stomped his foot into Pendragon's gut.

Bobby woke up, sweat dripping down his forehead. He had never gotten that far in the dream. It had usually ended with him being smashed into the wall, but tonight, a mysterious stranger had appeared and attacked. But that event in the dream wasn't the only thing that was different. Before, the pain that Bobby had experienced in the dream had only been in the dream. But tonight, the pain had transferred into Bobby's actual life as well. Bobby clenched his jaw to deal with the pain, and rose from the bed, which created more.

"Damn," he muttered. "What the hell is up with these dreams?" Something had to be done about these dreams.

But what?

Bobby walked down the stairs, and poured himself a glass of juice. He sat down in a chair in the living room and flipped on the TV. There was no news that shouted out "Saint Dane is here! Wooohooo, lets all party!" Or just "Saint Dane is here at all, so Bobby flipped off the TV and went to take a cold shower. By the time the shower was finished, the pain had ceased and Bobby felt better, cheerier.

He dried off the shower, and combed his hair. As he pulled the brush through his smooth hair, his face caught his attention. His eyes looked tired, and like they had seen something he never wanted to see again. They were also slightly bloodshot, and the rest of his face looked worn out.

"I need more sleep," Bobby said softly. By now, it was about seven, and Saangi had awoken.

"Good morning, sweetie," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Did you have the dream again last night?" Bobby contemplated lying about it, and saying that he didn't, but he didn't like lying to Saangi.

"Yes," he said. "It went on longer than it should have, and the pain that I feel in the dream happened here also.

"The pain became real?" she said, a startled look on her face. "Bobby, maybe you should see someone about this."
"I can't see a regular doctor! It's not every day that a guy has a dream about memories of helping a demon Traveler and the sword that he wielded to kill people!"

"I'm not talking about an ordinary doctor," Saangi replied coolly, a sly smile on her face. "I'm talking about someone who went through something similar that you went through. Maybe see if he's having dreams like this too."

"Raux…" Bobby said to himself. "I gotta go see Raux."

Bobby hopped onto his motorcycle and rode to the second flume, since the one in the subway station had been destroyed by Saint Dane. He parked the bike inside the gates of the house so it wouldn't get stolen and walked into the basement. There were no Quigs guarding the flume, which was strange. Bobby stepped into the flume and yelled.

"Ibara!" the music began, and Bobby began to drift into the flume. Something was different about the music today. It was quicker, darker, and a little like angst. "What the hell…" Bobby muttered. The music's tempo became faster, and the calm feeling of the flume ride was gone as Bobby stopped moving and started to fall. He landed a on his feet about five feet below on crystal floor.

"Pendragon," a familiar female voice hissed. From the side, the figure of the girl appeared.

Where did she come from? Bobby wondered, but this wasn't the time to worry about such things. After things he had experienced in his life, impossible was easy to redefine. The girl who had controlled the Quigs appeared. No Quigs were with her.

"Who are you?" Bobby said. "And why the hell did the flume ride stop?" The girl smiled.

"I am Emel," the girl replied. "And that is all that I can tell you, Bobby Pendragon." With that, Emel jumped into the air and flew away, on a flume ride to wherever she lived. As soon as Emel disappeared, Bobby was lifted back upwards and his ride continued.

"What was that all about?" Bobby said. "And where did she come from?" Soon, Bobby arrived on the territory of flames and his thoughts of the strange flume ride were washed away. Above him were the ruins of the Tower of Flames, a place that brought horrid memories of Saint Dane and Ibara, and below him was the capital city of Ibara. To his right was a path Bobby hadn't noticed on his last trip here. He assumed it went to one of the other towns of this humongous territory.

Bobby decided to return to the ruins of the tower. Maybe revisiting the setting of his nightmares would make them cease. Bobby arrived, and nothing had changed. A few remains were lying on the ground, but otherwise everything else had fallen off the cliff into lava or into the town below.

"Bobby Pendragon," an unfamiliar voice said. "Welcome back to Ibara, the territory of flames." Bobby whipped around as a cold hand gripped his shoulder. It was a Saint, wearing a black cloak and a hood over his face.

"Who are you?" Bobby said.

"Who I am does not matter, Pendragon," the stranger replied. "I have come to give you some help. I've heard that you've been having some nightmares lately. Nightmares involving memories."

"Who the hell are you?" Bobby practically screamed. "And how do you know all of this?"

"I have my sources," the stranger replied with a small chuckle. "But anyways, here is your advice. Sometimes, to destroy the memory, you must destroy the cause." And with that, the stranger had disappeared into the dark abyss above them that would be called sky on earth.

"What the hell was that all about…" Bobby wondered aloud. He then realized something. Something startling. There had been something familiar about that strangers voice. He just couldn't place it, or tell where he'd heard it. Maybe it had been one of the Saints he had commanded during the war with Saint Dane and the Travelers. Bobby shrugged it off and headed down the cliff, into the main city.

"Pendragon!" a familiar voice yelled. Standing in the crowd was the smiling face of Raux, a companion of Spader's back when Bobby had turned to the darkness.

"Raux," Bobby replied, stepping closer to the man. The two men shook hands and embraced. "It's good to see you again,"

"Yeah," Raux replied. "C'mon, come to my house. Can you stay for awhile?"

"I guess," Bobby replied. "Saangi probably isn't expecting me for awhile…" Bobby remembered the cell phone in his pocket and wondered if he would get a decent signal while traveling through time and space. Bobby followed Raux through the crowds and into a rather large house.

"Rose!" Raux called. "Bobby Pendragon's here! He came to visit!" Rose came down a spiral staircase looking like a goddess with her pink hair down, wearing a black dress.

"Wow, you dressed up just for me?" Bobby said. Rose chuckled.

"No, Raux and I are going to a party in a few minutes, but I have to be there early." Bobby nodded to show his understanding.

"Sit down," Raux said, motioning to the chairs around him. Bobby sat down, as did Raux and Rose on the same couch. "So what brings you back to Ibara so unexpectedly?" Raux asked.

Bobby went on to explain the story of the nightmares, memories, pain, and lastly the Quig attack.

"I see," Raux said after Bobby finished with his story. "Well, I haven't been having any memories of the Tower of Flames, or joining Saint Dane, so I really can't help you. Sorry, Pendragon." Bobby didn't reply for a second, he was staring at the golden vases on the mantle of an ancient looking fireplace. He would ask Raux about the contents of them later.

"It isn't a problem," Bobby replied after an awkward silence. He wasn't lying either though. Surprisingly, after thinking about what that stranger had said, it made sense.

And Bobby now knew what he had to do for the dreams to end.

A/N: Wow, that took me a looooooong time to write. And I'm sorry, too. I kinda took a writers break. Oh well, what's done is done blah blah blah. And now its time to thank the reviews. 7 already. Wow. Umm thanks to PotatoPuff, Lady Pendragon, Uchiha James, Inu.Rox, believer07747, Rich, and Takeno98. Hope you liked the chapter, expect a faster update next time!